World: Wall of Shame

In flat, open country within the city's northern boundary, the land to the west
is checkered with brown wheatfields and lush, green, potato gardens. Eastward
stretches a no-man's land where once fertile fields lie desolate and deathly still.
They could be in two different worldsand, in a sense, they are. Even the
countryside outside Berlin is divided into East
and West by a vicious, impenetrable hedge of rusty barbed wire and
concrete. As itsnakes southward toward the partitioned
city, it becomes the Wall.

Seldom in history have blocks and mortar been so malevolently
employed or sorichly hated in...